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i went down to the river
To meet the widow
She gave me an apple
It was red

I slept in her black arms
For a century
She wanted nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return

The ghost of her husband
Beautiful as a horse
Pulled up an apple cart
Full of millions of red apples

For us
i went down to the river   To meet the widow   She gave me an apple   It was red      I slept in her black arms   For a century   She wanted nothing in return   I gave her nothing in return   I gave her nothing in return      The ghost of her husband   Beautiful as a horse   Pulled up an apple cart   Full of millions of red apples      For us